I have spent most of my adult life not really caring what people thought of me or about me. I have kept people at an arms length from me with the simple and somewhat egotistical view that if it did not directly impact me, it was simply not relevant. Over the years, people have passed through my life and by me that today, I only have a fleeting glimpse of a memory of them. And yes, there are a few who left a lasting impression upon me that I can still recall as if I had just spoken to them.

At work, there is a Lady there who will be retiring on Wednesday next week. And no, I don't think this is bad. However, as myself and a few others ponder a potential gift for her, we sit amazed at how little we know about her. I for one, who have known her for thirty years, have no idea what she likes or dislikes. Of if she has any hobbies or other interests. And there is a part of me that wonders should I feel bad about that? I honestly do not. Let's face it, if I was to meet my neighbors in public, I would not recognize them. But to know so little about someone I have worked around for so long, is that something I should feel bad about? I worked along side one guy for two years and had no idea he was married or had kids. Yet, in a matter of minutes, my Wife had managed to learn his entire history.

How strange it is. Or perhaps how strange I am. I know more about complete strangers online then I do those I have worked along side of for the past thirty years. Thirty years...in the past, that would seem like an eternity. Today, it feels like it was just yesterday. I don't know what to tell you or say to you the reader. I don't know if anyone will actually even read or see this. Just one of the many random thoughts spinning around in my head. Perhaps boring, maybe? Maybe not.

It is commonly said that beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. However, I also wonder, is this not also true for relevance?